Maybee's Stepping Stones

WELCOME
MAYBEE’S STEPPING-STONES.
BY ARCHIE FELL, AUTHOR OF “EARTHEN VESSELS,” “WORTH WHILE,” “APRON-STRINGS,” ETC.
“The gold of that land is good.”—Gen. 2:12.
BOSTON: D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY
To the CHILDREN OF THE SABBATH SCHOOL, INTO WHOSE HAPPY FACES I HAVE LOOKED, FROM WEEK TO WEEK, FOR SO MANY YEARS, AND WHO HAVE LISTENED SO EAGERLY FOR THE SPOKEN WORD, THOUGH NEVER SO UNWORTHY, This little Volume IS MOST LOVINGLY DEDICATED, WITH A PRAYER THAT IT MAY BE INDEED TO THEM STEPPING-STONES TOWARDS HEAVEN .
“But he forsook the counsel of the old men, which they had given him.”
“Tod’s coming!” said Maybee, dancing up and down on the doorstep.
“How do you suppose they’ll behave?” said Sue, taking books, lunch-basket, and two clean pocket-handkerchiefs from mamma’s careful hands. “Tod is so queer; and what shall I do with Maybee’s tongue?”
“Do exactly as you would be done by,” said mamma, smoothing the anxious little forehead. “Remember, everything will be new and strange, and keep the wee things under your own wing as much as possible. Be very gentle and patient, help them over all the hard places, and my word for it, they will be your most obedient servants. I think Mabel means to be very good and quiet,” she added, stooping to kiss the dimpled chin on the doorstep.
“Yes’m, ’course,” nodded Maybee, skipping away to meet the freckle-faced Theodore, six months her junior. “On’y my ap’n’s so slippery it will rattle, and Tod’s got starch in his shoes, so’s he can’t go very sofferly.”
Sue took Tod’s other hand and walked on in her most matronly manner.